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Chapter 54

Author: Tory
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-30 17:01:11

I sat in the back seat with my hands folded tightly on my lap, staring at my phone. The screen stayed dark, though I checked it repeatedly as if somehow, a message from him might pop up the second I stopped looking.

When the sign for Los Angeles passed us by, my pulse began to race. I leaned forward a little, clutching the seat in front of me.

“Harold.” That was the driver’s name.

“Yes, ma’am?” he replied.

“Before we go home… I want to see my husband.”

He blinked in the mirror. “Mr. Wendell asked that I take you directly—”

“To the house,” I finished for him, nodding. “I know what he said. But I am his wife, and I want to see him first.”

He swallowed, clearly uncomfortable. “Ma’am, I could lose my job if—”

“I will take the responsibility,” I insisted. “You can tell him I insisted. Please… take me to my husband’s company right now.”

He hesitated, but finally he sighed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

I was relieved that I had to sit back and breathe. I pressed my palm to my chest, fe
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